LOGIN"So, Riley was actually your son this entire time?" My voice shakes so much, and my throat wobbles, I think I'm about to cry. I lean forward against the table, staring directly across the aisle at the man who used to be my husband. If the DNA results wasn't in the judge's hand, I might not have be
I swallow hard, my jaw tightening as I stare at him standing in front of me. I nod quickly. I definitely don't ever want to be on his bad side. "I swear to you on my life, it would never get to that point. I would rather jump back in front of that billboard than hurt her." The tension instantly e
My chest feels like a malfunctioning engine, and for once, it has nothing to do with my fractured ribs. Internally, I am entering a state of panic. I have cross-examined hostile corporate executives, survived two assassination attempts on rain-slicked highways, and stared down serial killers witho
I lean in just a fraction of an inch. "I want you to sign the divorce papers, Deckard. That is the only thing I want from you." He lets out a sudden dry and hysterical laugh, shaking his head against the iron bars. "The divorce? You think I’m just going to hand Sydney over to your family on a silve
"Take it easy Owen, before your bones fall apart right here on the concrete," I state smoothly, not even turning my head away from the tinted windows of my car. Owen lets out a snort, limping very noticeably as his polished shoes crunch against the pavement. He places a hand firmly against his heav
I sprint to the corridor wall, aggressively hitting the emergency nurse call button. Within thirty seconds, the primary attending doctor charges into the room, quickly carrying out a full neurological and physical examination. The doctor steps back, smiling warmly at me as he clicks his pen shut.
A lace dress with a mid thigh high slit, plunging neckline and open back, is probably inappropriate for a funeral. But it's black, so I guess that should make up for it. I step out of my car, looking through my little net veil at the crowd gathered for Mr Newton's funeral. As a billionaire, he h
I hate new beginnings. But that's what I need right now. I moved into a smaller apartment and put a good distance between Deckard and I, and I can't believe how happy I am. This new space is small but it's mine. Everything is picked out by me, and there are no lies behind these walls, that's for s
No matter how tough I've been acting, this shit hurts like hell. Seeing it over and over that the man you once loved has never had you in heart is devastating. The tears just keep coming, no matter how hard I try to hold them back. Damn him! Damn her! Damn everybody! Knowing that they were creepi
Ding! The sound of the café bell has me looking up, and when I spot the man that walks through the doors, I stand up immediately. Nicholas Chase was my senior back in school, and one of my good supporters back when my acting career took a negative hit that forced me into a hiatus. His black hair







